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Thursday, March 23, 2006

I can't hide my heart
It's been that way right from the start

this is just some rantings, so no offence please.
it's like sometimes i feel really, really unhappy training. i feel really, really pissed. i just do. especially when you know you're lagging behind and your seniors are pushing you, and they think you're not giving your all, but in your heart, you already know you've given all that you could. you pulled with all your heart, with all your soul, until you can no longer feel pain, you can no longer feel yourself canoeing. you pulled until you feel like your heart has stopped beating. but who knows? nobody except you. and the feeling of it all, is not a good one. you want your seniors who believe in you to know that you've given your best shot, you want them to know you have not let them down, but you just can't. i don't know what makes me still love canoeing a lot. so much that i'm willing to give up anything for it, so much that i'm willing to get scolded every day. the passion i have, is something i never ever had for something else. come on tiff, let's do it. 3 more weeks. we'll do this together. xD

now,
i can't feel my heart anymore.

and i don't know how to love
you.

my heart still bleeds for you.




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and now the stars
aren't out tonight, but
neither are we,
to look up at them.
why does hello feel like goodbye?
these memories
can't replace
these wishes I wished
and dreams I chased.
take this broken heart,
and make it right.

when will you save me?



stabbed my heart.